Hi, I'm Genevieve. I work at a phone sex chatline. I monitor for "quality" and kick off people who are too dirty. Because there is a line. I enforce it.
Dirty people call in. Some aren't as dirty as others. These are their stories...
2002:June:6
"HI my name is Camilla I am 18 years old. I am looking for a hot white guy. I am african american , I am very beautiful, I get alot of compliments. I'm an easy going person, if my message sound like you, let me know."
silence
We had a situation, months ago now, that I haven't really had a chance to think about clearly until the last few days.
A situation that is not foreign but most traumatic. And, I mean, it's not like everybody says it is. You know? It's not that dramatic. Or maybe it was and that's what made it so awful, the fact that I denied myself the drama. I acted like it wasn't that big of a deal. I acted like I could take it. He pretended to be strong. He played the man so well that I began to think he felt nothing. Like it wasn't anything that he was concerned about.
*singing* "Darling.... there's only you in my life.....you're the only thing that's right. .... Ahem, yes this Mike. I'm a 20 year old male 5"7, 165 very cool, you know what I'm saying, just chilled, laid back, out going, like to have fun and very excited and everything like that and trying to meet anyone I can on this thing--so holla at me."
I don't know how I would have done it different. Maybe I would have thrown myself on the floor when I felt the despair--instead of swallowing it. Maybe I would have gone and talked to someone. Maybe I would have done the same thing. Becuase whatever I did, it got me here. Alive and healthy. It got our relationship here. To survive.
"get back to me if you like what you hear. I don't go no kids."
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